Hannah Krackow

Warring Voices

Two voices quarrel amongst my head 

One who festers worry 

Another perched above it 

Who watches my thoughts 

Like drifting clouds 

Who controls time 

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Rather than racing with it 

Who orchestrates chaos 

Into harmony 

And silences the hammering 

Of the heart 

Letting me sink 

Back into my body 

It is this voice I know 

Which hugs me with reminder 

The other, a stranger 

Who whispers doubt into my ears 

Which spirals down 

Like an encapsulating shiver 

Making me squirm 

Itching to escape my skin 

To be freed from its tainting 

The comfort out of reach 

The sensation forgotten 

And I become lost within myself 

As the voices drown each other out 

In the raging imbalance 

All over again